troubled times reckless

Sometimes when I hold him at night, I can touch the bones in his stomach, which makes people feel distressed.

"Why don't you eat something?" I asked softly while lying on top of him after we were done.

He said sullenly: "I like to eat meat, and I can't get enough of vegetables and radishes every day."

I gently touched his face: "Eat more liquid food and vegetables, it's good for you... And I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will point a gun at me when you get strong, and I'm afraid that you will run away and never come back... ..."

He suddenly roared like an eruption: "You think I won't run when I have no energy? I tell you, as long as I have breath, you don't even want to be safe."

I was taken aback.

He was also stunned.

He hasn't talked to me like this for a long time, most of the time, he is silent.

I almost gave birth to the illusion that he had acquiesced to the truth.

Pulling him off the bed, I picked up the whip and whipped him one after another, blood slowly oozing from his back.

He was leaning against the corner and biting his lip. Only then did I realize that his previously healthy wheat-colored skin had turned sallow, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his whole body was covered with scars, new and old, overlapping and dripping. blood.

In the darkness of the corner, he looked at me with unwilling eyes shining faintly in the darkness, with the breath of a beast, as if he could pounce on me and bite my throat at any time.

I stared at him blankly, a little sad but also deeply fascinated by his eyes.

Licking my dry lips, I fucked him on the floor again.

Again he panted and called me a brute.

At the moment when his body was liberated, I thought, maybe in my life, I will never love someone so deeply again.

After that day, I locked him in a dark room for three days and gave him no food but water.

Later, when he was released, he lost his human appearance, only a layer of skin remained, he was sick, and he didn't talk to anyone.

Only when being raped, it will whine.

One day I suddenly became interested and wanted to look for him during the day, but I couldn't find him.

Looking around, I found him stealing meat in the kitchen, squatting on the ground, eating a leg of lamb, like a hungry and weak beast.

Those usually numb and lifeless eyes burst out like a wolf in front of a plate of meat.

I walked over, but he didn't move, still swallowing like crazy.

His back was facing me, I hugged him from behind, pulled off his pants, spit on his buttocks and pushed in, all the muscles in his body tightened, almost pinching me, he But he was still chewing hard in front of him.

I pumped myself behind him, and he stuck his teeth deep into the mutton following my contradictory thrust.

Even with an erection and an orgasm, his mouth still hasn't stopped, gnawing on the piece of meat on his face.I gave a deep push, and he vomited out the leg of lamb, but adjusted himself and swallowed it back.

Looking at his eyes, which were fascinated by two different desires, bursting out dazzling light, I couldn't control myself, so I liberated myself in his body.

"Is it delicious?" Panting, I leaned on his back and asked softly.

"Delicious." He replied honestly.

I took his half-eaten leg of lamb and fed it to the dogs.

He kept his eyes fixed on the half-eaten leg of lamb and said nothing.

The dog was lying on the ground eating his leftover bone, he was lying on the ground watching the dog eat the bone, and I lay on top of him.

That night, probably because he got cold kneeling on the ice, he had a fever and vomited out all the meat he ate in the morning.

A sticky, sour smell.

I nursed him in my clothes in front of his bed.

He seemed to have lost his head, closed his eyes, held my hand and yelled nonsense: "They are all fucking bastards! I won't break you if I have the strength!"

I hugged him gently: "I'm here, Ergou, don't be afraid. No one can bully you."

His whole body was hot like a furnace, his eyes were opened but he couldn't see anything, and he yelled at me hoarsely.

From hunting when he was a child, talking about his neighbor Ah Hei, talking about his dead parents becoming beggars, and finally talking about falling grass as a bandit...

Finally he pulled me, eyes wet: "I was bitten by a dog, I want to go out, I want to go home..."

I held him in my arms: "This is your home."

He slowly stopped moving in my arms, and suddenly stretched out his hand, touching my face: "... I thought... I had no chance to kill that bastard..."

Side face, I kissed his hand.

A dazed expression slowly appeared on his face: "But in my life, I have never seen such a beautiful person... the first time I saw it, I f*cked dazed and said. Then I was tossed tight, Lao Tzu But I thought, dying on this stunner was worth it..."

My hands trembled slightly, and a feeling of crying with joy permeated my whole body.

"I like you..." I whispered in his ear.

"I like you so much..." I murmured, burying my head in his chest.

I looked up and looked at him again, only to see that he had fallen asleep in my arms.

Later, I bought ginseng from Changbai Mountain at a high price, and only then did I snatch his life back.

Because of him, I am not very diligent in training soldiers.

Once I overheard the adjutant telling Captain Fang that Wang Quan is a disaster, and I smiled inwardly.

Disaster...

If he is really a disaster, I would rather die for him.

After that illness, he became weaker.

His muscles were deformed, his skin was sallow and black, and I held him in my arms after the evening.

I shaved his head with my own hands, and the short hair tied my face very comfortably.

"Why don't you talk." I hugged him and stroked his whole body by the candlelight.

He closed his eyes, turned his head, and ignored me.

Lift his chin with your hand and kiss his lips.

He avoided my kiss, stared straight at me with his dark eyes open, and said hoarsely, "You...you can go on when you're done, I want to be alone for a while." "I want to be with you One place." Touching his hair, I suppressed my temper and said softly.

He sniffed his nose vulgarly, and dug out a pile of shit: "There are so many beautiful girls and guys around you, why are you... If you want to try something new, you should be tired of it."

I kissed him tenderly, he should understand what I mean.

I like him.

He turned his face away and snorted coldly in disgust.

I lowered my eyes and kissed him, but he frowned and pursed his lips.

My heart is slightly astringent.

Sick that day... Did he hear?

He struggled to push me away.

I sneered: "Why, you are waiting for me to get tired of you? Is it not good to see you?"

He was silent for a long while, then contradicted me again without repentance, and said in a muffled voice: "My old man... If you really care about me, stop doing those things that are worse than pigs and dogs..."

I was startled: "Pigs and dogs are inferior? Say it again, who is inferior to pigs and dogs..."

"Who else but you!"

It was a little bitter to kiss the corner of his mouth just now.

"Who is that screaming? Who the hell is twisting his ass under the master every day?"

"You forced that!" He suddenly shouted.

It's itchy skin, thinking I'm just recovering from a serious illness, so I dare not fight him?

They dragged him out of the bed by his hair and dragged him into the execution room, tied him to a tiger bench and removed the joints of his two arms.

He was sweating all over his body, his face turned pale, but he didn't say a word.

I pulled out my whip and pressed it against his chest: "Are you still talking cheap?"

His upper and lower teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Finally, he choked out a sentence, which was so hoarse that he couldn't hear it, but in the end he was subdued.

"Don't hit...don't dare next time."

I sighed, put away the whip, and attached the joints to him.

Untied and carried him back to the bed, his mood had calmed down, and he persuaded him kindly: "For so many years, you are the only one I see right. I like you and care about you. Don't you understand my love? Heart?" I paused for a moment, then softened my voice: "It will take me a lifetime, but I can always soften your heart and warm it up. If you are willing to carry it with me like this, you can carry it. .”

His face moved closer, and this time he obediently opened his mouth and stuck his tongue in.

He didn't dare to bite me because the first time I bit me, I took his jaw off.

He was taught a lesson just now, he was submissive and tight.The half-shrunk muscles of the whole body are nestled in my arms.

Intertwined with him, I think maybe I'm too fascinated by him, so the more techniques I practice on him, the better.

He resisted me, but he seemed to like to look at my face. Seeing that I noticed his gaze, he turned his head in disgust.

Gradually, as the days passed, he became able to get an erection as long as he smelled me, even without Liu Xiangyin.

The author has something to say: There are currently two people in the supporting role column, and the third person will appear in a few pages, and it will be fully developed.